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He smacked my rump and finally withdrew. Then he helped me dress, considering my legs didn’t want to work any longer and had the consistency of cooked spaghetti. I was punch drunk on my double orgasm workout.

And when I would have stumbled and fallen, Gideon scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me from the gym up to my room and bed. He laid me beneath the covers, pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“Get some sleep,” he sternly ordered.

But I was already starting to drift off.

After years of not having my pleasure matter to my husband, who had the gall to tell me I was nothing but a vessel for his lust, being with two men who had put my pleasure, my enjoyment, front and center made me greedy for more.

And as I fell asleep, I wondered if I could keep them both.

Chapter seventeen

Aftercare

Gideon

StaringatKylie’ssleepingform, I couldn’t believe what had just occurred.

I never imagined the depth of her passion. But Jesus fuck, it had been the hottest sex of my life. And it’s why I sat beside her, staring at her serene façade, feeling something besides rage and grief for the first time in months. She had been a revelation with her desire to submit. It made me want to explore her erotic depths. Discover just how far I could push her.

It was a heady thing.

When I’d gone to the gym earlier, it had been with the intention of flirting with her. To see if her interest lay beyond Axel. I had been so fucking hard watching her bend and twist her stellar body into poses.

But she had been watching me too through those inky lashes when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. I’d cataloged every expression, every line of her silhouette until they were burned in my mind.

It’s how I was able to catch her before she tumbled to the floor, not expecting that she would feel right in my arms. Or that she would look at me like I was a superhero. And fuck, I wanted to be—for her.

Yet I never expected her to taste so sweet or for it to go straight to my loins.

The vulnerability in her eyes had touched me. It made me yearn to protect her, not just for the length of this case, but for always. Although with my line of work, I didn’t do commitments.

But I could see myself committing to her.

I backed away. It was that, or I would slide beneath the covers and hold her while she slept. Except that was a level of intimacy for which I wasn’t ready. It blurred the lines of the case further. Being with her this way made it messy.

I wasn’t a fan of messy.

I preferred things orderly. It was easier to control. But that was my military upbringing and background talking. Both my dad and brother had been Marines too. Both were gone now.

I couldn’t, for one second, forget why I was here. And it wasn’t screwing the lonely widow.

Leaving her bedroom, I headed to the room I was using and didn’t stop until I reached the bathroom. I stripped and stepped into the shower. The memory of Kylie hovered. I couldn’t escape it—or her.

Regardless of how messy it made things, I wanted her still. The thought of taking her ass, of being the first man to breach that tight hole, made me hard as stone. Standing beneath the shower spray, I stroked my dick, remembering the way she looked on her knees, my cock pistoning in her snug pussy.

I’d taken her without a condom.

I hadn’t done that since my relationship with Olivia right after I left basic training. But that was more than a decade past.

It took sadly little time before I came. Naughty thoughts of Kylie danced in my head.

After I left the shower and dressed, I sat on the bed and called my superior at the agency.

“Gideon. About time I heard from you,” General Dan Blumfeld sagely stated. Dan had been a three-star general in the army until he was recruited into the Central Intelligence Agency more than a decade ago.

I liked the guy. He knew his stuff. And he didn’t mince words. I respected the hell out of him, even if he was Army. “Sorry, sir. There’s been more work getting a foothold established in this house than we originally projected.”

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